Last Saturday, during a wander in the woods, I came across a drift of rocks strewn along the bank of a small creek. The rocks, boulders really, were covered in plush, green moss and made an excellent perch for woolgathering.

While I basked in the sun, so welcomed after the previous cold, blustery day, I heard a staccato noise coming from the pile of leaves in front of the boulder upon which I sat. I immediately looked down and saw the tail of a snake before it disappeared among the leaf litter. I swear my heart stopped for half a second before quickly moving into a rapid beat.

“Oh goodness gracious!” I exclaimed. (Where did that expression come from?) The urge to flee was great; however, I made myself…

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